Today Mary scraped her elbow when taking a turn on her bike that was faster than the training wheels could handle. As we were cleaning the wound, she sniffed the bottle of rubbing alcohol, then looked at me with those big blue eyes and said, "I don't understand you grown-ups," with great disdain.
I looked at her quizzically. "Why?" I asked. She said, "This stuff smells awful, and it's alcohol." I said, "Yes, that's true." She went on, "You told me that wine has alcohol and that's why kids cannot drink it. Why do YOU want to drink it? Yuck."
Let's hope we can remind her of this conversation when she goes off to college?
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